Tuesday, July 31, 2007

What's up, people? I'm watching TV. It's Daily Show time. I'm not even sure if I have the dual attention span required to blog. We'll see.

So I see that England has pulled through despite the powerful hoodoo curse. Yes...that's what I think caused the great Great Britain flooding...hoodoo. I think two years after Katrina with almost no tangible restitution some hoodoo priests and priestesses got together to curse the pastiest country they could think of. Behold...the power of bedevilment.

A year ago around this time I posted a post, that I won't bother with going back to find, with a picture of just of my legs and a beer...the beer being held up by my legs, obviously...at an outdoor concert. I've decided to make that an annual thing. From now on, it's not summer until I post a picture of my knees holding up a beer in a park. There's no tradition like a new tradition.

This year I was wearing a skirt and I didn't shave my legs that day (it was a Sunday, get off my back) so it's about the least attractive angle I can possibly imagine...but I can hold the season back no longer. It will be announced. And so, without further ado...I give you, the official announcement of summer:

It appears as though those knees have never seen the light of day. Well you're not far off.

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Holy snake eyes! Kansas is a dead ringer for the great Christopher Guest in Best in Show. Nice polka dot skirt, Miss. Would you consider posting a full length photo in that skirt, wearing a ribbon in your hair and sucking a lollipop?

It looks sunny there and the grass is green. I’m hearing predictions that the Northwest will be covered by windswept sand dunes in the near future. That rumor is beginning to sound plausible now that the wasteland in which I was born has bloomed into a veritable tropical rainforest. I agree with your hoodoo theory.

It's funny, but I was saying the same thing about hoodoo ladies to my cousin the other day. Except I figured the hoodoo ladies would put roots on the Bush administration. If they have, Dick Cheney must have countered it with something way more powerful and malevolent because he and Bush just came through surgeries without incident. As if Dick Cheney weren't scary enough. *Shudder*

Well then why can't you just set your beer down? Or you can just have Kansas hold your beer for you...or have him feed you the food...no wait that's not cool. You cut off part of his head. It's bad enough he has to sit bitch on your bike.